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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓨OUR 𝓜EMORY IS MY

[ً @holyaches]

you're out of touch. i'm out of time.

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https://t.co/p5684AWEd8 / sorry for my absence everyone, i have been drunk/recovering for two days 😭

[ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ‎‍‍ ‍ ⋆ ‍‍ ᴴᴵᴳᴴ ‍ 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 ‍! @BLOSSOMINGRACE]

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even though she 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 like a
𝕭𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽, on the inside she
𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 felt like a bit of a 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

—— 🪞 ; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒．

𝕱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰 𝖁𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽
ᅠᅠ

[‎ ‏‏‎‏ ‎ ‏‏‎‏ ❛ ‎ 𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝔅𝙾𝙽𝙷𝙴𝚄𝚁.‎ ‏‏‎‏ ‏‏‎ @lovesustained]

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/ replies will come tomorrow ♥️

[𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 @agoldenr0se]

♡︎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

↻ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑

[‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍𝓚𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖 . @thornedgrit]

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https://t.co/p5684AWEd8 / thinking 💭 it’s time to write a solo about Mabel’s relationship with her father💀💀

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She lightly chuckled, leg swinging from the window in the midnight breeze.

“So I’ve been told—on occasion,” she replied.

“And what’s your drink of choice?” asked, “when I was little, I used to steal sips of ale from my governess’s cup—but it certainly wasn’t my favourite.”

[𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓 @BISF0RARTIST]

“Ah, you are a smart one, aren't you?” Benedict offered the lady a cheeky little smile.

“Well, any, really. I'm not hard to please when it comes to drinks…”

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𝟬𝟬𝟭. 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘

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✁. . . . of 𝓡omney 𝓗all

; 𝓜s. 𝓜abel 𝓒rane

lit & desc. 18+.

˚ ࿐ྂ in search of #DÜENDE

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edit credits to paulmescals on ig!

[ً @holyaches]

am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?

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She certainly wasn’t sleeping, but she wouldn’t ( admit ) to such.

“Somehow,” she called, swinging one leg over the open window to sit in the frame, “I have trouble believing that,” she cocked a brow at him.

“What establishment sent you home in such a . . . state?” She teased.

[𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓 @BISF0RARTIST]

“Oh, was I singing too loud? My bad dear miss Crane! It won't happen again~”

It may happen again, though.

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Cue her throwing her window further open with a groan—

“Mr. Bridgerton! It’s half past bloody midnight!”

[𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓 @BISF0RARTIST]

Drunkenly singing.

“Hung pictures of patron saints up on my walls, to remind me that I am a fool~

Tell me where I came from, what I will always be, just a spoiled little lad who went to Catholic school~”

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I’ve held on so tightly to the memories you left , i’ve almost forgotten myself .

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https://t.co/p5684AW6nA / hii! call for mains, plots, ships, etc below if anyone is looking for connections!

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𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟.

( 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 ) this post if you wish to be considered a main and be tagged in random banter/posts.

( 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 ) this post if you wish to discuss a ship/romantic pairing (mun is 24).

( 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲 ) this post to receive a dm to plot a connection.

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admire her posture, her poise, her strength. She couldn’t imagine Kate Sharma ever being told what to do, or where to stand—and she strived for such confidence.

She flashed a beaming grin across the space, trying desperately to think of something clever to say—but drawing blank.

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Starter for @wittedrose

Mabel had always admired one who was not afraid to say what she truly thought, to act in a means that befitted more than just her station, but her values.

Kate Sharma was the pinnacle of such. And stood across the gallery from her, Mabel could only +

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his features for the most part, but he certainly wasn’t the oversized boxer with infinite arm strength she’d prayed for.

She reached a hand out toward the man.

“Perhaps if you lift me upward I can shimmy my way out?” She spat out the rain filling her nose and mouth.

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Mabel jostled her foot in an attempt to free it, but it simply wouldn’t budge.

Hot tears—or perhaps hot rain—blinded her.

“My leg,” she yelled over the weather, the wind beginning to howl as the rain intensified further. “It’s stuck under the door,” she explained to the +

[ᴀ. ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇʀᴛᴏɴ @pvrsuasive]

He shouted while moving the torn door out of the way to help free the person.

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make out how many people had been aboard the other, but she was thankful that her driver seemed to be walking around, somewhat unscathed—save for a slight limp in his step.

The voice registered as being from the man directly beside her overturned carriage. The rain shielded +